In our living room three people are playing Twister, and one of them is dead. Downstairs in the kitchen they have already eaten our biscuits and made themselves popcorn. It is as if a poltergeist has moved into the familiar living space of the Guardian's Edinburgh flat and taken control.

You don't go out to see Homemade, it comes to you. It is home delivery theatre that turns up on your doorstep at the appointed hour and then disappears into the night leaving only shadows and ash. Presented by Chris Goode's outfit, Signal to Noise, it even features a pizza delivery man, who arrives in the middle of the show.

Lucy's life has come to a full stop with the sudden death of her brother. In both sensibility and narrative Homemade owes something to Truly, Madly, Deeply, as Lucy learns to pick up the threads of her life and carry on. But it has its own heart-in-the-mouth grace and inventiveness as it uses an open fridge door to create falling light or suddenly shows you the stars on a bedroom ceiling. It is full of hidden laughter and whispered sadness.

Like all the best theatre, it gives you more than narrative. There is a magic here not only in the way that it turns something into nothing, but also in the way it makes your own four walls seem mysterious. They say "If walls could talk" - well, Signal to Noise ensures that they do.